Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Time stood still...

The first time we walked into the house, we were struck by a departure...as if someone had run to the store & never come back. The house had waited for a return for what must have been 30 years and was both surprised and grateful for our arrival.

We walked carefully through the rooms strewn with furnishings -- making our way through what had been a life. And, we slowly filled the trailer that awaited outside: old bed frames, painted wash stands, chairs, books, dishes. Although permission had been given to us to enter & take ---there was something sad in so doing. This life, this locked house, this abandoned time.

**The clock above was taken with permission from the house that time had left behind. Many of the furnishings will provide the backbone to our Barn Sale this fall...including the farmer's overalls -- wrapped & tied in paper, just cleaned 30 years before.

You were given a rare experience and you handled it with great respect. Plus, you're generous in sharing it with us. Would it feel uncomfortable, an invasion of sorts, to share photos and the story of this place with us? I hope to be at the Barn Sale . . .

Would be tickled to have you follow along ...

Welcome to my little blog...I post a little something when the mood strikes...sometimes I open up a post for comments, but most of the time I don't. I know how complicated commented on blogs can be, and want to keep this simple....I just thank you for visiting!

"I roamed the countryside searching for answers to things I did not understand." Leonardo da Vinci

Our Barn Sale is again featured in Flea Market Style, Spring 2013. We are blushing here!

A Bit About Me...

I have this little Steiff Rabbit with most of its mohair fur worn off. That is me...not perfect, a little worn, but plenty loved.
I am a gatherer, and I also pay attention to details. If you can describe something as "sweet" or "charming" -- I likely will need to adopt it. I believe in wonder, and I pray I will always feel hopeful at the end of the day. Sunshine on my shoulder will sometimes make me cry and barefeet will always make me smile.

Feel free to contact me...

We arrived at our farm in 2006: found it on a Saturday-- owned it on Tuesday. It took almost a year before we could move in....and now, we count our blessings every day.

We come home. At the end of our journey -- this embrace of a farm awaits us. We come home. We breathe. We come home.

Welcome to our farm, our lives --- this is who we are.

I wonder....
what would have happened if we hadn't traveled northwest that Saturday. If we hadn't stopped in awe at this vacant farm. If we hadn't fought to adopt her and soothe her hurts. What would have been lost or missed in our lives? I wonder.